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With the argument escalating between them, Yao Nian decided not to let him drive her anymore and took a taxi straight to the high-speed train station.
Before leaving, she reminded Yao Zhantong, "Dad, please don't contact him privately. You know I might not come home if you do." She understood her father's temperament all too well; when he was angry, he spoke without considering the consequences. She didn't want Shen Du to face any unfounded accusations.
Yao Zhantong snorted, "So now you've grown wings, huh?"
Yao Nian was too tired to argue with him further. She turned the doorknob and stepped outside.
"Wait," Yao Zhantong called after her, his expression not quite right. "Your face—put on some ointment."
It wasn't a peak travel season, so the waiting area was relatively empty, with only a few scattered passengers occupying the seats. Yao Nian found a spot near the entrance and sat down. She took out her compact mirror from her bag to check her face. Her right cheek was noticeably more swollen than the left.
Yao Zhantong had hit her only a handful of times throughout her life; the last time was when she was ten and had drawn on his old Santana with a stone. She sighed and tried to cover the marks on her face with powder. As soon as the puff touched her cheek, a burning pain shot through her skin, causing her to wince. Still, she endured the pain and applied a layer of powder.
Yao Nian had long since outgrown her rebellious phase and didn't feel the need to oppose him just for the sake of it. It was just frustrating that Yao Zhantong was so stubborn; once he made up his mind about something, he wouldn't listen to anyone else. He completely dismissed Shen Du's character based solely on age and wouldn't even let her explain further. His temper was as obstinate as a mule.
At that moment, her phone rang—it was Shen Du calling. Yao Nian took a moment to calm herself before answering.
"Have you set off yet?"
"Yes, I'm about to leave."
"Are you staying in Shanghai tonight?" Shen Du asked. "Do you need me to book a hotel for you?"
He could faintly hear the announcement of train departures in the background.
Shen Du changed the subject quickly, "Are you taking the high-speed train back?"
Yao Nian hurriedly covered the receiver, but it was too late; this action was like closing the barn door after the horse had bolted. She felt like crying out of frustration at her own foolishness and ended up lying, "My dad had something come up last minute, and I didn't want to wait, so I came back early."
There was a pause on the other end before Shen Du asked, "Then why didn’t you let me pick you up?"
What a hassle going back and forth! The high-speed train is so convenient. Yao Nian glanced at the time on the electronic display. "Ah, I can't talk right now; I need to go through ticket inspection."
"What time is your train?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the line went dead with a busy tone.
Once on the train, Yao Nian pondered for a moment. Although she wanted to see Shen Du, she absolutely could not let him see her in this state.
So, she sent Shen Du a message, saying that she had dinner plans with Lin Mo and Fang Yi and would head straight back to school once she arrived.
Upon receiving the message, Shen Du frowned slightly and opened the ticketing app to check the next available train from Huaibei to Shanghai.
He picked up the landline and dialed a number. "Jiang Lu, please meet with the client from Chenxing this afternoon on my behalf."
When the high-speed train arrived at the station, Yao Nian followed the crowd out of the carriage and opened her phone to read a message from Yao Zhandong sent ten minutes earlier.
"I can agree not to look for Shen Du for now, but I absolutely won't back down here."
She forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes and turned off the screen. Yao Zhandong's attitude was clear; she had long been prepared for a protracted battle.
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